Let's evaluate yourselves for a second, and not me. I've got my problems, you know my problems, I know my problems, but I can admit mine, you people sit there sneering about me yet try to remain completely oblivious about yourselves. People who're so insecure about body image, yet sit around making snide remarks about each other's looks behind their backs. A bunch of people so poisonous that they pretty much despise each other yet are friends mainly because they talk to each other a lot. You people have nothing in common, no real affinity for each other yet flock together to ride on some weird idea that poking fun of other's quite visible problems makes yours less obvious.
You have the cheek to gossip about my life, tell your internet friends your pathetic misconceptions and outright lies and try to demonise me? You have the audacity to say I'm the freak yet fucking get woke up by nightmares and appear and act obviously uncomfortable and strange about mutually assured destruction? I'm not the only one who's yapped on about suicide, take a good look at yourself.
You all put on these fronts yet call me the liar? You try to exaggerate these perfect normal lives you lead. Yeah, not buying it for a second. Imagine being your age and getting your kicks when you get home from work each evening by trying to put down teenage girls over their body issues and insecurities? You're most likely a latent homosexual, too. Imagine getting thrills from spending your nights making the same jokes to each other, listening to each other's piss poor music and acting in the same 'ironic' way every night of the week. I did it, yes. But least I fucking realised that my life was pathetic and hated it. How do you enjoy chatting the same mundane subjects to each other? Gee, why don't we discuss public transport again. How about those bus stories eh?
You say I want the attention, but look how you all act and how you tailor your personalities based on who you're talking to, whether it's like or dislike. You've all got more personalities than me. You'll people will be completely different talking to someone on their own than you will be talking to them if someone else is watching you. You're all constantly trying to impress each other with jibes and put downs of people you act perfectly normal around when you haven't got an audience.
I think the point I'm trying to make here is I'm on track to improving my mental health and dealing with my problems. Why the fuck don't you people wake up and look at yours rather than trying to take solace in the fact that somebody's problems are out in the open and it's a much easier to laugh at their problems than address your own?
Yes, she was a bitch, but you all actively rejoiced and went almost strangely ritualistic finding out a teenage girl was a fake on the internet. You all took pride and happiness in the fact that some girl most likely had issues you can't even imagine and that you were there to witness her destruction.
I mean this honestly, and not in a nasty way when I say most of you will be on that website until it closes. Talking to the same people you don't like and don't like you. You're all blatant backstabbers and it's scarily how much you talk about each other behind each other's backs. None of this was meant nastily, I mean honestly take a good look at your own lives, don't laugh this off but instead look what you're actually doing. Using the problems of others to stimulate your own lives and hide your own massive issues and insecurities.
I'm off to do some soul searching, self understanding and if there's time visit my Uncle Waheed in the Pakistani mountains for err...
Peace and love to all.
Hello! I have recently read your blogposts, Trevor, and truly, I can relate. My mother died in childbirth and my father hanged himself 14 years later, leaving me alone in life. No doubt this seems nothing to the anguish and tedium of your happy and loving middle class homelife, you twat. Woe is you, fella. Do a lot of drugs and drink and write livejournal tier bollocks in a pathetic attempt to make yourself seem interesting. Boy, can I ever relate to that.
ReplyDeletePersonally, I can't do drugs myself, for I am schizoaffective (bipolar + schizophrenic) and drugs only further threaten a psychotic break with reality. I can drink, however, and I did - a lot. I have very few memories of 2009 - 2011 except that I was briefly sectioned in 2010 by an aunt who somehow ended up my next of kin. That was thanks to booze. Of course, this is nothing to drinking a shandy on the evening while your suburbanite mother shrieks in horror how you're going over the edge.
Anyway, people on the Internet are giving you a hard time? There there. I can never understand your pain but I can imagine it must be really, really difficult. By the way, I recently finished a 3 month course of chemo and the cancer is in remission. Thanks for the support.
You know what, Trevor — fuck you. You are not a good person nor does your posturing amount to an attempt at being one. You are a piece of shit who laughed when I told you I was going to die and I was terrified and then you boasted about it, how upset I was and hurt that someone I though a friend didn't care whether I lived or died. You are the exact same as all of them and you say, well, I admit it! I admit it! So fucking what, you cunt. I admit I shagged ya mam but that don't unwreck her pussy.
ReplyDeleteGet some real problems, you fucking loser.
You are a piece of shit, truly. I attend a post-cancer group therapy at the local library, a group of us who have all gone through and survived cancer and struggle now adjusting back to life. They say that however awful cancer was one of the silver linings was how their friends and family all came out to support them, showed that they cared and how nice that was. I just smile and nod hurting inside.
ReplyDeleteHowever superficial and snide these shitheads are, however much they double deal and misrepresent themselves, at least they can make meaningful connections with people — at least they can truly feel for one another. I don't believe you can. They might be excessively snide, sneering their faces off like a pack of jackals, the sickos, but for those who they do like, even love, they are there for them. You aren't. You are a fundamentally selfish, self absorbed, self centred piece of shit, for whom people are just an audience. You don't deserve better than what you have. You deserve to be miserable.
Fuck you, Trevor.
The world is shite. Truly, it is shite. People like you, however, Trevor, seem to think by being shitter than the world, you can somehow beat it. You just make it shitter for everyone else. I believe the world can be a better place but the way there is not through psuedo ironic self righteous attention seeking bollocks. I try as best I can to leave people better and happier than when I first encounter them and I tried that with you, really I did, but you just wanted to be a cunt too badly, most probably in imitation of the 18+ loungers you admired. I don't know what the fuck is wrong with you. Nor does anyone, really. Maybe some people are just born rotten.
ReplyDeleteI don't think you have to be such a piece of shit, Trevor. I think you choose to be such a piece of shit, and really, that makes you an even bigger piece of shit. Your blog is all about you, nowhere expressing interest in anything but yourself — per usual. Look at me. Look at me. Pay attention to me. And you don't care who ya gotta stomp on to get ya thrills. You are disgusting and pathetic.
ReplyDeleteConversely, I knew a bloke named Will, the near opposite of you, and he was truly selfless and truly happy. He was a Christian volunteer worker at a homeless food shelter I used to go to when I was homeless, around the age 16. He did a lot for me and he never expected gratitude and he never spoke about himself — always about other people and their problems and what he can do to help. He went to Africa to work as a missionary since but Will was a really genuine, really nice guy, and I volunteer now too to try and give back, to try and be a bit more like Will. You, however, you're not even capable of a selfless thought let alone a selfless act, you piece of shit.
Probably you'd be a bit happier if you didn't think about nothing but yourself nonestop, cos since you're such a massive piece of shit of course that's going to make you want to slit your own throat, as really you probably should if you have any decency about you. Surely it makes you miserable to think everyone who's ever encountered you, including your loved ones, are emotionally worse off for having met you. You objectively and undeniably make the world a worse place.
I really enjoyed those REK and they brought a smile to my face. How did it go for Will in Africa?
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